Toe socks, eh?

I had a dream last night that I was in some type of multi-storied building. I think I was in the basement. Uncle Lando challenged me to stop ten of his takedown attempts. Every time he shot in, I stuffed it. He gave up after five. I guess it's my subconsciousness treating me to how in real life I can kick his ass. End of dream.

I finally got to bust a #3 to that beautifully smiling waitress from Cheesecake Factory last Sunday. (See entry 12/11/11.)

I stopped by Jamba Juice for $1 oatmeal Wednesdays. I tried toppings of blueberry and black cherry, which I can't remember if I've tried already. The cashier was an aight looking chick named Jenn. Christy, whom I met last week, came out from the back and remarked, "Hey. Wednesday. You made it." Apparently, security guard Joseph was watching me through the window as I scraped up the remaining off the inside of the container with my spoon ...

JOSEPH: (Sneaking up on me) It's all gone!

The orange-haired chick whom I nearly mistook as a mannequin was working at True Religion Brand Jeans. She's renewed in the database.

I was passing by Red Robin when Evaine (whose name I mispell on purpose because it's unique and I don't want anymore unique-named people finding my journal - or horcrux), my server last time, told me to come in some time after 5:00PM for the next few nights. She seems nice. As sleazy as it may be, I think I will befriend her just to get to her old coworker Jazz (which was already the point of befriending Dennis and Branden, but this just reinforces it more). I later saw her with friends outside of Tilly's looking over the railing as if they were scouting for someone.

By happenstance, I saw Carissa from Hot Topic, in a cute beret, as an everyday person for a change carrying two huge shopping bags, going down the elevator - How cute. She takes the elevator instead of the escalators - and walking into the Disney store. How cute. She likes Disney.

I went to the mall in the next city to the west. I tried on some Vibram Five Fingers at Sports Chalet. The chick helping me out was a shoulder-length, blonde-haired chick whose name tag read: Amanda. In an OCD way, I noticed she parts her hair in the left. She's tall for a chick, but shorter than me like above average chicks should be. Interestingly, she also showed me something called toe socks. Alas, the style of Vibram Five Fingers that I was interested in was unavailable in my size. But for the sake of nothing going to waste, she's in my database.

Back in my stomping grounds, the Adele look-alike was working at the i Play & Talk kiosk. She's renewed in the database. Then I was at Spencer's. There was this blond chick, hair tucked behind her ears, wearing diamond earings, an orange and navy blue striped blouse, dark jeans, and high-heeled boots that brought her almost to my height. Out of boredom, I reached down for some victory yoinks while staring at her just because I can.

I did half an hour of cardio at the gym.